As a boy, my grandfather had me lace the barn in Florida with rat poison. A day or so later I entered the old structure fo a tool and heard a pitiful sound, a cacophony of lamenting screeches. I followed the sound to a pile of hay, where a nest of rats, a dozen or so, lay huddled together in their death bed. They could do nothing but writhe and vomit, as they were all severely poisoned.

I did what I thought was right, and took a pitchfork to them, ending their lives quickly.

I would like to say that this news blip was a decisive factor.
Honestly, It was just a catalyst. My Myspace account has been collecting dust for years, when I logged on the last post was from November, the one before that was from July. I canceled my account.

I’m making this as swift and painless as possible. Goodbye Myspace.